Porthos presses a hand to Aramis' shoulder, just enough to give him a confused look. "Doubts?" he echoes. "About what? About us? Never," he swears, a wild look in his eye as if he's willing to fight Aramis to prove this, so filled with determination and sheer stubborn righteousness to fight for the affection he feels for him.

Though, Aramis is right. If Athos means to be unhappy, then Porthos should avoid drawing himself into it. He rests his cheek on Aramis' shoulder, now, staring at the princess as she's brought to the woods with her three fairy godmothers, all equipped with care and magic.